Yes, they’ve got mezcal here. Forty-eight of them, to be exact, with more to come. So that’s good news.
It’s the kind of place that lends itself particularly well to posting up in a caramel leather chair next
to a rolling library ladder and staying awhile.

But maybe start at the brick-backed bar and point at some things on the menu instead. The barrel-aged mezcal
Negroni, for instance. Or a Colibri with mezcal, Aperol, ginger and lime to pair with those octopus tostadas
and some pastor pork belly tacos.

You could keep things simple and leave it at that. Or you could use this opportunity for a full-fledged
mezcal tasting, perhaps accompanied by a 32-ounce ribeye for four. That’s when you remember that brunch is
forthcoming, along with outdoor patio seating.

Thus marking the first time in history when those two things seem anticlimactic.

Lauren Sloss requires a climate that allows her to wear motorcycle boots daily. She likes her bourbon neat and her martinis dirty, and would like to be the lead singer of a punk rock band when she grows up.